At the time, I owned and operated a therapeutic center in a beautiful heritage building on Cowell and Danforth in Toronto, Canada. It was bustling 7 days a week, with guests flying in from different parts of the world to explore the various attunements I was offering. Regardless, I felt the call to explore Peru, so I temporarily gave the healing center to my girlfriend, Andrea; she was nervous and excited but very capable I knew she would perform well. I arrived in Lima and took the next plane out to Cusco. Cusco is located high up in the Peruvian Andes and is the former center of the Inca Empire; here, I spent time adjusting to the climate (high altitudes) and experiencing a mixture of Incan and Spanish architecture. Also, I visited the San Pedro market daily; it is filled with fruit, vegetables, and many freshly-squeezed juice stalls. One day, I was walking the side streets normally not visited by tourists, and I noticed an old building, run-down, but what attracted me was the name shaman. Next, I opened the door to say hello, and an older man that spoke no English called a younger man to translate. I asked what type of Shaman he was and if the Peruvian rituals were similar to the Mayan I studied in the Yucatan. He did not reply, but I noticed this Man wore a pair of jeans, a bomber jacket and a baseball cap (no fancy outfit); his home was spooky, with human skulls on display. Then, the Shaman continued to explain with his interpreter that the skulls I observed were of past elders from his family lineage. Although the skulls generally stored their ancestor's consciousness, they took the head after death and used a unique method to strip the flesh, eyes and brains to display them as an honour. This Shaman of today is the keeper of his family's traditions and the secrets of mixing plant medicines; his name is Maestro Mancoluto, from the Chavin. Mancoluto means the Man who obtained the 6th and 7th sense of authenticity and can see beyond the illusion. Finally, I thanked the Shaman for his time and began to walk away. Still, he replied, if living with an army of angels via your healing centre In Canada gives you a sense of higher reality, you are correct, but I'm afraid I have to disagree. So first, I became silent; how did he know about my healing centre in Canada, which included angel teachings? Then, I asked about the type of medicine that was served. He said a tree vine named Ayahuasca prepares the body for the 6th and 7th senses, then a tradition of Sanpedro Cactus that opens those gates. Next, Mancoluto declaimed, I know you; you are the bank robber from the 1930s, Chicago. Now he had my attention; my girlfriend Andrea was the only person who knew of the visions and nightmares I had about Chicago.
For a moment, I assumed he was working his gifts to attain some cash, but at this time, It was not the money he desired; it was me. So I replied to Mancoluto, okay, let's do it. The next day I arrived at his home, he took me somewhere special up in the hills of Cusco named Space Mountain. Also, a man from Brazil was with him; to start an anthropology documentary. Next, Mancoluto set up a tent in the hills and prepared a simple ceremony, shaking rattles beside a small fire and singing while I consumed the Ayahuasca. As soon I started to feel the effects of the medicine, I was moved deeper into the Valley; it resembled a helicopter or ufo platform. I questioned the translator if the forum was what I thought it was, and he laughed and said yes. It is a landing terrace for interdimensional ships that arrived to speak with Mancolutos elders, the Chavin tribe, over 4000 years ago. In addition, the interdimensional beings provided the San Pedro Cactus to the ancestors to enhance telepathy; in other words, the Cactus is not from this Earth. As I listened to him speak, I felt the effects of the medicine and wanted to throw up, but I remembered the shaman telling me not to; he said to hold it down. Suddenly, a strange portal opened, and the sky grew dark; then, a large cloud appeared, oval in size with peculiar lights amongst it. At this point, the medicine hit me hard; I felt like fire, so I took my clothes off and fell to the ground with a fever; then BOOM, a loud echo entered the Valley, and I felt interdimensional contact. As a result, my body was on the Earth, but my Aura or astral transpired on a strange ship; was I tripping on the medicine, or was I abducted? The entities on the ship were tall and white with skinny bodies, larger heads and a glittering crystal hue. I was freaking out but also enjoyed the information that exhibited a download; then, I started to feel sick, threw up, and shit simultaneously. Besides, too much information resulted in me being naked, lying on the ground in vomit and feces. Then, I heard another boom that echoed in the Valley, and the skies cleared. Again, I felt high lying on the ground; some tourists were in the area, and it was not a secluded location. A group of Chinese people laughed at me naked, denoting ET, ET, ET, and took pictures. Finally, I cleaned up and walked over the hill to look for the shaman and yelled to his tent that I was finished; the translator replied, you're not, and the effects will start again; lay back down. I staggered around the hill, looking for a new location to rest. I noticed a small opening; as I walked deeper into the space, further down, concrete was used to seal a much larger cave entrance. Regardless I discovered carvings on the walls of beings with horseheads and others resembling dolphins. Also, I observed illustrations of bird people and angels; the cave conveyed a story of councils that visited our Earth. I jumped up quickly as I felt to throw up; instead, I hit my head and fell to the ground. Then, I hallucinated deeper. It became apparent the medicine was starting to kick in again, and my astral body walked through the concrete barrier into underground networks of tunnels, where I observed these creatures living. Eventually, I fell asleep, the medicine ran its course, and I was taken back to my hotel.
The next day I met with the Shaman, who introduced a new protocol, one day of Ayahuasca, then San Pedro the following night for 5 days straight. I accomplished the journey and received tremendous breakthroughs. Although, after this, I expected the trip with Mancoluto to be over, it was time for me to leave Cusco and visit Machu Picchu. The Shaman asked me to stay, a special guest was coming, and this person needed my help. Also, Mancoluto revealed why I visited Peru; it was to meet this man who was arriving in Cusco tomorrow. I responded and said I needed to go. The Shaman answered, don't worry about Machu Picchu; it was a place where they sacrificed women; there is nothing for me to attain there. Next, Mancoluto explained that this man, Roberto is essential and money is no problem; he has a big vision and needs an adviser, me. A few days later, I arrived at the Shaman's home; Roberto introduced himself, his wife, Donna and a friend from New York. Roberto rented a Van with enough room to accommodate me; besides, he had questions about my participation with the Shaman. Boldly, when I first spoke with Roberto, I felt a Bond; we instantly connected with kind eyes and a good spirit. Roberto told me he is from New York and works on Wall Street for JP Morgan; he promised to make a lot of money and help people with it one day. We laughed and spoke for hours during the ride, arriving at the location to drink the medicine. It was a beautiful spot with mountains, forests and rivers that quickly transformed psychedelic; this batch of San Pedro was much stronger than the previous ones I drank. The Cactus hit us instantly; I remember lying on the ground with Roberto next to me when the translator came to us and said it was time to move. I replied, thank god it's over. Roberto looks at me and laughs; that was a trip; I am happy it's finished. Then, the translator declares it's only been 10 minutes, and it's time to move everybody to their separate locations; the medicine will start soon. Next, Roberto looks at me and asks how this can be possible; I've been tripping all day. I replied we're going on a long journey; that 10 minutes felt like 10 hours; suddenly, we looked at each other with fear and went to our separate locations like warriors. It was a long day and night tripping on the cactus, but first thing in the morning, Roberto and I awoke to another cup of San Pedro; he asked me to keep an eye on him and stick by his side. Also, I encountered a vision, Wall Street was about to open up a business in Peru and change the whole vibration of San Pedro and Ayahuasca into worldwide tourism. After the ceremony, we arrived at a fancy restaurant to eat; Roberto sat next to me and asked if I had experienced premonitions while on the medicine. I said yes; then Roberto questioned if he was in them. Again I said yes. Next, I asked Roberto if he also experienced visions, and Roberto answered yes, and I was in them. Roberto was excited to speak about his project; he articulated that Shaman owns property in Puerto Maldonado, an exceptional location for a treatment centre, and he is Peruvian, so collaborating and completing everything will be easy. Next, Roberto was about to invest millions and was nervous, asking what I thought of the Shaman Maestro Mancoluto. I explained that I didn't know the Shaman well; he is very skilled with medicine, but we need to be careful. Then, Roberto asked me to prepare for the ceremony tonight; I laughed and said, business meetings mixed with plant medicine, why not?
Next, Roberto asked to accompany him into the village before the San Pedro ceremony; he met a local charity, donated money, and purchased bikes for the kids on Christmas. So, of course, I joined him; we drove throughout the day, took care of the logistics, and arrived in the village. Bikes were piled up everywhere; we assembled them and ate food, it was a big celebration, and I was so grateful I came to help and observe the kids riding their new bikes for Christmas. After the village, we drove into the mountains for the San Pedro ceremony, the sun was setting, and we danced around the fire to pump blood, making the medicine work faster. Briefly, Roberto wanted to leave; the Shaman told me to spend the night in the mountains while he took Roberto back to the hotel. But then I remembered Roberto had asked me to watch him. So, as they drove away, I ran down the hillside to stop the vehicle. At first, I thought I was paranoid because I was still high on the San Pedro, but Mancoluto could not be trusted. Roberto was looking out the window and saw me running; he stopped the van and asked what was wrong. I explained that I needed to come with you; Roberto agreed and asked where I was dwelling; I replied I was staying at Loki hostel. Roberto declared I should be with him and his family for Christmas if we were collaborating. Next, Roberto invited me back to his Belmond Monasterio hotel. He informed me that he was walking down to the center in Cusco to buy everybody spaghetti and asked if I wanted to join. I was exhausted from the plant medicine and declined; Roberto gave me a room in the hotel and asked me to clean up for supper and be ready in two hours. After rest, I arrived at a large elegant room; Roberto, his family and Mancoluto were present; the Shaman was not too happy to see me. The Shaman spoke to Roberto and asked if I was too afraid to stay alone at night with San Pedro. I replied and said no; Roberto asked me for help with the project, so I must be involved in all the details. Roberto laughed and said to the Shaman, we need the good-looking white Spiritual guy to keep everybody calm when they are sick on the medicine; Stephen's nickname is ET Cusco. The Shaman replied we must put an end to Spirituality. Mancolutos's comment was loud and clear; it was not about serving the medicine; but to bring an end to Western philosophies, which is big trouble. Next, Roberto disclosed that he would use Mancolutos's property to develop a massive center to heal people, and he had the money to do this. Deep inside, I knew Mancoluto was supplying Roberto and me with large amounts of medicine, not for healing but to keep us high for his plan. So, I proceeded to speak with Roberto back in his room; I explained that Mancoluto was neither stable nor prepared to lead a colossal vision of worldwide healing. Further, I suggested giving the medicine as a gift at no cost, thus opening the retreat to a select few at first. This way, you will get to know Mancoluto and how he works with the people. Also, I resolved through Roberto not to use one Shaman; formulate a rotation of elders and study how they produce the medicine. Next, I advised Roberto to offer soft medicine such as mobility, yoga, and healing practices familiar to the attendees. In the end, Mancolouto was not open to other Shamans participating; the retreat showcased the Chavin tribe and his Lineage. Also, he did not agree with other facilitators or any spiritual modalities. In fact, he stated again, putting an end to Spirituality. Finally, Mancoluto informed me that it takes negativity to heal negativity, so the more negativity I experience, the more healing I receive. I replied to the Shaman that I understood his concept, but the practice of dark arts was for the appointed few and not tested through Roberto's worldwide vision of healing. It was time for me to go back to Canada. I explained to Roberto that I would close my treatment center in Toronto and travel with my girlfriend; I was tired of the limelight. I wished Roberto luck and advised him that I could not move forward with the Shaman's vision; if something changes, let me know.
I stayed in Greece on the island of Corfu with a group of local women committed to healing and rejuvenation ways. Eventually, I received an email from Roberto requesting to speak on Skype. He was enthusiastic; Roberto started the project we discussed in Peru and invited me back; he aligned with parts of my vision. I asked my girlfriend, Andrea if she wanted to visit Peru, and she said yes. So we arrived in Puerto Maldonado to join the construction of Chimbre, the shamanic healing center. Roberto was happy to see me and declared that Chimbre, Peru and the Jungle were my new home; I was now taken care of. Also, the Shaman was pleased to see me and begin my initiations; he emphasized that I needed to consume the San Pedro three days a week and the Ayahuasca twice, but I must enter the jungles myself with no guidance. So during the night, I went into the jungles with Sanpedro, and during the day, I travelled with Roberto to take care of logistics in the local village and help manage the day-to-day operations. Boldly, the Shaman kept me on a constant high and Roberto most of the time; we built Chimbre via consuming psychedelics. But my initiation took a turn into the Dark Arts the Shaman started to energetically attack me at night in the jungles under the influence of Ayahuasca. Then, throughout the day, he provoked me and asked how I handled it. So, I asked myself if I could anchor his dark magic, and if so, when do I transfer it back from whence it came. But first, Roberto informed me that a man was on his way to join us; his name is Mitch, and he is producing a documentary called the Spirit Molecule but lacks the funding. So, Roberto asked me to join the meetings as a consultant. Mitch arrived, and the three of us joined for potent San Pedro and Ayahuasca ceremonies. Days passed, and finally, Roberto asked me about Mitch. I advised Roberto that if he wishes to give Mitch the money, the vision of the Spirit Molecule is strong and will educate many people. Eventually, Roberto financed the documentary; at first, the concept was a two-disc set, Roberto's story called Stepping into the Fire and The Spirit Molecule. However, In the end, Mitch and Roberto agreed to keep their documentary separate. As for me, the darkness peaked; the Shaman served me potent doses of The Cactus with a mixture of what he called secret spices. Again, Mancoluto attacked me at night and laughed during the day, but now he added a layer of ridicule, calling me weak and low on the Totem pole of evolution. Now I was pissed; I started to give it back to him, and our connection converted into breaking each other's superiority down, thus resulting in a state of Humility. But one night, I broke and cried; Mitch came to me with his documentary cameras to ask what was wrong. Mitch turned the cameras off, and then I explained that I couldn't act in negativity anymore and was no longer interested in the Shaman's initiations. As a result, the darkness is intense in me now, and I am hurting the Shaman Energetically; Mancoluto can barely hold his rattle, sing the mantras and has trouble sitting at his table for dinner. Mitch replied that he interviewed Mancoluto; he has never engaged with a worthy opponent before, and it's a privilege for him to commit in this way with me. Simply it's a rite of passage in his tradition, so there is no problem with men competing energetically. The next day, I met with Roberto letting him know I was obliged to visit the sacred valley and take my girlfriend home as Andrea was finished with the jungle. But, I would return for the celebration planned in late April 2010, the grand opening of Chimbre. Next, Roberto informed me that Dennis McKenna and Mitch will show the DMT film at the event, a final test before launching worldwide, so it's essential for me to return. Also, Deepak Chopra's chef will be cooking; I am required to help and be a good-looking white guy to calm all the people who drink the medicine. Further, the attendees are from high positions of power and others with trauma and sickness; Roberto conveyed that I needed to be on my top game for everything to go smoothly.
Andrea and I visited a special place in the sacred valley; Mitch referred me to Sol y Luna's Hotel; it's very earthy, grounding and the central hub for research on all the region's archeological sites. One morning, I was sitting for breakfast when an Australian woman named Courtney came to sit with me; she expressed a Vision of me working with her group and an Andean shaman. In addition, Courtney described the vision of a man connected to the sky whose totem desired to fly with the Peruvian Condor, and this man was me. Next, she introduced me to the Andean Shaman to confirm her dream. Jose (Shaman) agreed that I was this man, and he heard I was in Peru to help open a worldwide view to what he calls the Grandfather, San Pedro. Finally, Courtney invited me to join her tour of all the sacred sites they were visiting. I informed her that I was not alone, her name was Andrea, and she would join us.
Our first stop was Pisac & Ollantaytambo, one of the many crucial Incan empire cities; the ancient ruins sit high upon hilltops with steep terraces. The Shaman took us through temples and stone structures carved from unknown methods. Then he performed a cleansing on me at this location; Jose announced that I had consumed too much of the San Pedro and not to forget the cactus was medicine for the people of Peru and their culture. Ultimately, his concern was that foreigners would enter their country, infect them with negativity, and exploit their ancestral secrets. Also, he advised that part of my mission was to support and preserve the Incan Traditions by educating newcomers. Next, we arrived at Ollantaytambo, and instantly I felt the majestic presence this location was anchoring during the Incan rule.
Next, we arrived at Ollantaytambo, and instantly I felt the majestic presence this location was anchoring during the Incan rule. Historically, Ollantaytambo served as the last stronghold during the Spanish invasion; from this location, the Incan resistance and their leader fled to Vilcabamba in Ecuador. Finally, the Shaman, Jose, directed us to the unfinished wall named the six monoliths at the sun temple, a calendar for the Incans. Unfortunately, the temple's construction was incomplete, making it difficult to explain how it operated. However, the stone craftsmanship is superb, and the rocks are enormous; they were moved from a quarry on the high mountainside, 6 km away. Eventually, the group was ready to leave, and we gathered for lunch in the village and then drove back to the hotel.I offered healing treatments for the remainder of the night and early morning. But, again, the group was thrilled and wanted more. So, we continued with a yoga class and meditation.
Andrea and I planned a trip to the Moray ruins on our own, where I performed a magical ceremony to anchor an angelic portal in anticipation of the journey to Machu Picchu. During the ceremony in Moray, I had a vision of Andrea leaving for Australia; I knew deep inside it was time to let her go. When we returned to the hotel, the Andean Shaman explained the history of Moray. He stated the intricate stone rings were part of a large-scale ancient Incan agricultural system. In addition, the circles vary in size, with the largest and deepest 30 meters (98 feet) and 220 meters (722 feet) expansive. Also, the many terraces contained soil from different parts of Peru; the Incans imported various mediums to test which crops grew the best. As a result, the temperatures vary from the top of the rings to the bottom by as much as 15ºC. Again, these variations create micro-climates, reassuring archeologists that it was a testing site for crops or medicinal herbs.
The following day we arrived at Machu Picchu; the group's intention was to visit the sun temple; its construction is semicircular, encompassing a large stone. The sun also shines into one main temple window during the summer solstice, aligning the temple with the tip of a sacred mountain peak. Jose explained that Machu Picchu, especially climbing the steps to the Intihuatana Stone (Sun Dial), was the final point of a spiritual pilgrimage that started from the Island of the Sun in Lake Titicaca. Next, we arrived at the Condor temple, where the Inca shaped the rock into a condor in flight (three-dimensional bird). Under the temple is a cave where the remains of a mummy are found. Some historical references mentioned that Machu Picchu's condor area was a prison complex, and the bird was an altar space for sacrificial ceremonies. We continued to walk, and I noticed a beautiful flower, yellow in colour; I stopped to look at its beauty and ate it; I could not help myself. As a result, I felt very sick on my descent back to the parking lot. I vomited with a massive headache and strange visions; Jose asked what was wrong with me; I told him I had consumed a flower. After I described the bloom to Jose, he instantly knew its name, Four O'Clock Flower or Marvel of Peru (Mirabilis jalapa). Also, I ate the plant late afternoon when it opened, and its medicine was the strongest. Further, Jose explained it's a very poisonous plant; the Aztecs cultivated the flower for medicinal purposes; now, I must go into its knowledge, and he would watch over me. Finally, we arrived back at the hotel, and I went to my room in so much pain crying in agony; my liver was working overtime. But, I had to push through it, and the visions grew more substantial, then all of a sudden, everything when white. Next, the angel Michael appeared and asked me to breathe slowly to let the poison take my body, then let go of my girlfriend Andrea; it was time for this. I fell asleep and awoke the next day, fresh with a unique perspective of our relationship; deep inside, I knew it was time for Andrea to pave a new way without me.
The next day I felt a little hungover from the poison. Still, I was very excited for the final stages of our journey, the Grand Galactic Gate, a portal where interdimensional beings traversed into the Hayu Marca region. Jose was thrilled to bring the group here; he spoke about the Ancient Incan legend of a stargate, a mysterious door in the Lake Titicaca region. In addition, Inca mythology talks about the sky people returning to visit humankind in "Solar Ships," and man meets the creator gods. As soon as we arrived, I was instantly connected to the lands and was ready to challenge my extraterrestrial activity theories. However, I encountered Galactic activity in Cusco; this trip to Hayu Marca was the next level, so I stepped up to the stargate's doorway; the frequencies were not of ET but interdimensional. Afterward, I vibrated at a very high frequency, so I walked further up in the mountains to lie down, but then I sensed an unwanted presence. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, and sure enough, a brown entity stared at me with deep black eyes; I could not endure this perception for too long; it was a visual sensation such as flipping TV channels. Following, I discerned its holographic form; the entity was projecting itself from one dimension into ours. Nevertheless, I remained calm, strolled down the mountain and spoke nothing about this encounter to the group. After Hayu Marca, we drove to Lake Titicaca and stayed the night.
According to Jose and Inca mythology, Lake Titicaca is one of the most mysterious places on Earth, home to the legendary sun gods. Also, it is the largest lake in South America, situated at 3811 meters in the Andes regarding water volume. Legends suggest below the lake lives a megalopolis of people who still reside there; even Spanish chroniclers from the sixteenth century spoke of the natives who dwell under the islands of Titicaca. Also, several explorers of old declared that Incan Indians guarded the path from the shore, leading to a vast palace with several temples reaching its bottom. Over the years, science has been researching these legends through the form of archaeology. As a result, they found evidence of ruins and ancient temples in the lake waters dating over 1000 years old. Our group took a boat across to visit the natives on the islands afloat, yet the lake has evolved into a tourist location where they sold items. But, we enjoyed the floating reeds, meeting the villagers and took an early evening back at the hotel. At one point during the night, I awoke to toss with dreams of alien ships flying above the lake; I went outside for a walk and noticed strange lights in the sky that arose as one and split into three, flying horizontally and vertically. Also, I observed another 3 lights that dropped down and disappeared into the lake. The next day we returned to the hotel in the sacred valley; Andrea and I made preparations for Cusco and then flew back home to Canada. In the end, while in Peru, Andrea made the connections that gave her the way into Australia, and I returned to chimbre independently.
I returned to Chimbre for the opening; it was 80 percent complete, but I noticed Mancoluto showing signs of unhealthy supremacy; I was qualified to transform my darkness from the Chavin initiations; still, he was not; his negativity amplified. The Shaman immediately desired me to start consuming the medicine; I assured him there were too many people and demanded to be present. Next, I requested the practitioners and other transformational activities to help the people after consuming the medicine. The Shaman replied with his translator, no yoga or spiritual modalities; Yoga is for the monkeys in the trees. Ego filled the air; disaster was coming, and Mancoluto was out of his mind. To make matters worse, Roberto produced a team of advisors and various individuals from all sorts of backgrounds that understood theory more than practice. Participants from all over the world attended to consume the medicine for various illnesses, physical and psychological. They drank the Ayahuasca at sunset, and the jungles emanated screaming, crying, and vomiting during the night. The participants were given walkie-talkies to call for help when it got rough; at one point, when the medicine peaked, all I heard were walkie-talkies going off and people asking for help. Mancoluto laughed, making scary sounds with masks; it was a good time for the Shaman; listening to the fear echoing in the Jungles. During the day, Mancoluto became more civilized while everyone rested, and the event was off to a good start. Eventually, the Shaman greeted the participants wearing a new garment: a long cape outfit with a cloth crown placed atop his head. Also, he had a new, fancy chair to sit in; observing the shamans evolve from rags to riches so quickly was amusing for me but dangerous. Even the attendees started a mini mutiny against the self-proclaimed king of Shamans. Eventually, a small group formed an alliance and snuck out from the retreat to drink the Ayahuasca with other shamans in nearby local villages. All in all, it went well. But we were only a week into the retreat, and people began to get restless. Some needed counselling; others were required to move their bodies through Yoga; immediately, Roberto asked for the good-looking white Spiritual guy charm to kick in, especially for the various political participants. Of course, I helped Roberto and started some gentle Yoga and encouraged everyone through their process. Also, I had several meetings with Roberto to let him know how the participants processed the information. On the other hand, Mancoluto often gets paranoid, imagining personalities stealing his family secrets and San Pedro ingredients. So in between the events, after the participants left, I spent lots of time with Roberto to understand how many people were taking advantage of him; many were reaping his money for various reasons. In addition, Roberto let me in on phone conversations from Wall Street; his superiors were not happy and ordered him back to work; they never let him leave JP Morgan entirely. I even visited his home in New York and observed the homesteader side; he is a good man.
In the end, I left Roberto and Chimbre; he understood my struggles with the shamans but could not hear my warnings. Instead, Roberto invested everything into Mancoluto. On my last day, the Shaman and his translator took me out to the airport. Mancoluto asked if I had any foresight into the future of Chimbre and him. I Replied I did; I asked the Shaman if he knew how to fight. He said yes and competed on the streets when he was younger. So, I explained a vision of him in a large room with hundreds of people; the Shaman fought daily, swinging his arms, punching and kicking in defence. A year later, I received a phone call from Roberto, crying and angry; he notified me of what the Shaman had done. On September 11th, Macoluto was having dinner with Roberto and reported that Kyle, the man who went missing from the retreat, was dead; he buried him in the ground. In my opinion, Mancoluto was very paranoid about people discovering the ancient secret of his family's ingredients in the San Pedro cactus. This paranoia clouded his judgment of summoning the Police when he realized that Kyle had died. So instead, Mancoluto buried the body, the medicine decomposed, and his ancestor's secrets were safe. Maestro Mancoluto started drinking the mixture at 8 years, five times a week, until he was 28, a family tradition into the path of Shaman, then he took an oath to protect the medicine and the Chavin at all costs, which he did. Chimbre and Roberto's vision of healing for many people was grand, but the jungles of Peru and Mancoluto were not ready for Wall Street.